I ate some lunch when I got home from Ashley's apartment. After that, I got some Taco Man, then I had Wendy's. I'm not trying to solve my problems with food, but everything seems brighter and more focused with a relatively full stomach.
Here's the deal, folks: today kinda sucked. But I cried it out and I'm ready to move on. I want to find the good in every situation, even if it can only be measured in the seconds I'm alive, still feeling the sorrow or the anger or the frustration, still learning to deal with life, still looking forward to a better time.
Shelli helped me get 5 whole chapters of TYA homework done.
Hayley is beautiful, and she did wonderfully in her play.
Ashley loves me, even when I have terrible morning breath and a car that smells like homeless.
Randilee said she loves me for no reason.
I have been inspired to finish a project, to mean what I write and to write what I feel.
Tomorrow, though the pesky snow clouds may obscure its light from view, the ever faithful sun will take its place in the sky. I'm perched on the verge of a new day, and I like where this is going.